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By Steve_K
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11 April 2008 |
Scribbled down while flying into Schipol Airport...
Trees speckle the landscape The stubble of old man Holland His blood saline flowing through gully cut veins in ground The plane dips its wings respectfully He silent and morose Being kept alive While Damned |
Written by mia_ms_kim (915 comments posted) 11th April 2008 | I'm not exactly sure what this poem is about??? Are you talking about Holland, the country? If so, I don't know much about it to understand these imageries. I wonder what Fledermaus would make of this???
Mia  |
Written by fellpony (1519 comments posted) 12th April 2008 | | Mia, I think you're missing the pun on Damned / Dammed. Nice scribble, Steve_K - possibly something you might eventually work into a longer poem? |
Written by Fledermaus (3160 comments posted) 12th April 2008 | Nice poem. Funny to see how differently people can look at such things. Usually when I arrive back home from a holiday and see it from the skies, I'm struck by the orderly meadows and highways, the many villages, the abundance of water and (when arriving from the west) the straight coastline. However much I like to complain about them, the Netherlands seem to have something cute.
I caught the imageries very well, and in a way our little country may indeed be damned (or rather doomed) because it's dammed, with sea levels rising and so on... |
Written by mia_ms_kim (915 comments posted) 12th April 2008 | Oh, I get it now. I now remember something I learned in school about dams keeping Holland from being flooded with seawater - or something like that. The poem now reads differently. The "blood saline", "gully cut veins" etc. I see now, though I don't get the "old man" or "morose" bits. And yes, the global warming predictions must be gloomy news to Holland.
Mia  |
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